Little Lilac

Tony’s POV
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I Pulled up to a stoplight -- well when I say pull up I actually mean violently stop. My head jolts forward, as I look up to see a man walking his dog in front of my car. He didn’t even look my way and acknowledge me.





I throw my hands up in the air and curse..





“You have to be kidding me right now!” This can’t be happening right now. Not only is my sister dying, maybe even dead already, but I would have killed a man’s best friend. That Prick didn’t even care to look.





I rubbed my eyes with both hands and lets my fingers tug down my face.





The man finally crossed the street and I eased my foot off the brake.





-30 minutes later-







As the miles soared by, up ahead I could see the Hospital. I let out a breath of relief that I have been holding for the past 20 miles. I was gripping the steering wheel so tight, my knuckles were turning white. I probably shouldn’t hold on so tight. I should hold on loosely……. I am so song punny.





I pulled into the Hospital parking lot, searching through the crowds of cars for a parking spot.





-10 minutes later-





I finally found a parking spot. It was tight, but it would have to do for now. I open the door carefully, hoping I don’t scratch this lady’s Silver 2003 BMW. She was still in the car.. So I really had to watch out. She looked like one of those women who would whack you with her coach purse.






My Grandma was one of those women. I remember one time, I was about 6, I was eating a cookie on the couch. We all know how cruel cookies are when they crumble in your hands, well in this case it didn’t actually happen. I had eaten about 5 cookies in a period of 3 minutes. She made the best Damn cookies a person could ever eat.





Push comes to shove I threw up cookies chunks all over her couch. She came running in the living room with a rolling pin covered in flour.





Of course as a child of 6, when an adult had that look of complete rage in their eyes, you hide as fast as possible or your tush will be the color of a fire truck. She grabbed me by my arms and pushed me into time out.. Thats the end of the story. I know she didn’t do anything, but still, she was an evil bitch.





I exited my car, leaving behind the Old hag in the car next to me.





I hear the clouds begin to rumble, as I hang my head low.





Rain pours onto the ground in buckets. Leaving me walking through puddle after puddle, drenching my vans and the bottoms of my Key Street khakis.





With shaking hands, and no doubt in my mind, I open the door to the Hospital.







A Lady, she is at least 29, looks up from the front desk. A Phone sits between her ear and her shoulder. I walk up to the desk, about to ask for my sister. When she holds up a heavily manicured finger.





I was taken back for a second. I step back and respect her space when she was on the phone.





Her hair was bone straightened, midnight almost blue hair. Her cheeks were pink, she was blushing. She had on a checker board flannel, Black indie fringe vest, black jeggings, black wedge creepers. Her hair was in a crown braid, she had her nails painted this blood red color. Her name tag said ‘Grace’






I could tell she has joined the dark side, and I’m proud of her for expressing that and not being afraid to.





She hung up the phone and looked at me with her piercing hazel eyes.





“Uhm, May I help you?” She tapped her long fingernails against her keyboard, furiously typing.






“Yes, my sister, Rheyanna. She is supposed to be here.” My voice cracked when I said her name.





The lady snapped her head up, lifting her hands off the keyboard.





I raised my eyebrows at her sudden change in demeanor.






“I’m sorry, I will be right back, the printer is out of ink.” She held up her finger once again. Smoothing down her black vest, and heading to the printer.




Another lady stood beside it and I caught snip its of their conversation.





“I know, He is isn’t he” The printer lady giggled while raising her black eyebrows.




“But the girl came in here screaming, total freak. She really does deserve to be here. I feel bad for the poor sucker taking care of her.” Grace said to Lady, trying to whisper but epically failing.



What the?






“I really need to get a different job, this place is starting to freak me out ever since that one girl came here, well good thing she isn’t here anymore.”





“Amen Grace.” She giggled….





Grace grabbed the hot papers off the printer and headed back to me. Setting them down on her her desk, and sliding into her swivel chair.





“I’m so sorry Sir, How can I help you?”






I was reluctant in telling her why I was here, after what I heard her saying about a particular patient.






I thought about it for a moment, but I knew I wasn’t helping Rheyanna by just standing here like the helpless fool that I was.






“I’m here to see my sister Rheyanna. And meet with Dr. Billings.” I nodded. I set my shaking palms on the desk.





She blushed looking down, then grabbed my elbow. Her eyes filled with sympathy.






I almost noticed a small tear in her eyes.






What the?







Grace finally spoke up after a few moments of awkward staring and silence.













“I’m so sorry Mr.Perry.”

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